Woke up in the middle of the night after feeling something is not being settled. Guess what is the matter?? It is not relate neither my PhD works nor house chores, it involve with my final year student project seminar paper which is not yet corrected.
The 1st draft of seminar paper (read again please...FIRST DRAFT, which means this is the first time i look at it) was just emailed to me from this very 'beautiful person' this evening and this needs to be checked very-very-very prompt because of this 'beautiful person' needs to submit the seminar paper to her evaluator panels this coming monday. What a clever beautiful lady. Do you think that within 1 day or less you can submit the best piece of work and do you think 2nd draft was the final draft??! Too much thinking but no action was bad too..huhuh..
After browsing her paper one shot, I sent her sms telling "I need two weeks to review and comment on your works since there are a lot major corrections".
My dear student..As you are not a primary school little girl, I am sure you can think of what i am trying to tell you and I kept reminding you this semester so that you wont forget as human simply forget. But why is this still happen again..Your teacher thought that you have learnt from the past mistakes (FYP 1).
From my own point of view who started as underdog, the desire to success in life must comes with good self management, discipline, hardwork + doa, and in some cases, brilliant thinking which comes from reading and experiences. Success does not comes easily. Please help yourself before people could help you. The choices are in our hands, whether we want to change or not for the sake of own future and benefits others, InsyaAllah for more barakah. This is a big reminder for myself. The idea might be wrong. Don't take it as 100% correct.
My dear students..I treat all of you as my own children..I'm happy to see your accomplishment in life although as a housewife (sgt tinggi martabat menguruskan rumah tangga dengan baik & berilmu for the ladies). For gentle men, please find great jobs or set up own business out there..My doa will always be with all of you.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Terharu..
Di suatu malam selepas maghrib..
Adik jatuh dari sofa, kepala dulu dalam keadaan mengiring. Uwaaaaa....(sekuat hati sambil pegang kepala)
Mama: Kakak!!! kakak duduk tepi adik kenapa tak sambut adik!! Kakak tak sayang adik ke!! (Sambil memeluk erat adik untuk menenangkannya. Air mata mama dah menitik. Sebelah tangan lagi cubit peha dan telinga kakak)
Kakak: (Lari menyorok bawah meja sambil teresak-esak..)
Abah: Kakak kecik lagi..tak sengaja tu..
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Suasana dah kembali tenang bila adik dah kembali tersenyum dan gelak-gelak.
Mama: Tadi kenapa kakak tak tolong selamatkan adik?
Kakak: (Dalam dok ceria main dengan adik, air mata dia menitik). Mama jangan marah kakak. Kalau marah nanti Allah tak sayang. Masuk api neraka. Kakak sayang mama..
Mama: (Peluk kakak sambil bagi penjelasan kenapa dia kena marah..dan juga minta maaf pada kakak sebab tanpa fikir panjang mama cubit dia)
Oh Allah, please make my Syifa a good muslimah and please make her never miss her solat. Amin..
**SAZ, anak yang lembut hatinya dan sangat sensitif. Setiap teguran perlu dibuat secara lembut dah berhemah.
Adik jatuh dari sofa, kepala dulu dalam keadaan mengiring. Uwaaaaa....(sekuat hati sambil pegang kepala)
Mama: Kakak!!! kakak duduk tepi adik kenapa tak sambut adik!! Kakak tak sayang adik ke!! (Sambil memeluk erat adik untuk menenangkannya. Air mata mama dah menitik. Sebelah tangan lagi cubit peha dan telinga kakak)
Kakak: (Lari menyorok bawah meja sambil teresak-esak..)
Abah: Kakak kecik lagi..tak sengaja tu..
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Suasana dah kembali tenang bila adik dah kembali tersenyum dan gelak-gelak.
Mama: Tadi kenapa kakak tak tolong selamatkan adik?
Kakak: (Dalam dok ceria main dengan adik, air mata dia menitik). Mama jangan marah kakak. Kalau marah nanti Allah tak sayang. Masuk api neraka. Kakak sayang mama..
Mama: (Peluk kakak sambil bagi penjelasan kenapa dia kena marah..dan juga minta maaf pada kakak sebab tanpa fikir panjang mama cubit dia)
Oh Allah, please make my Syifa a good muslimah and please make her never miss her solat. Amin..
**SAZ, anak yang lembut hatinya dan sangat sensitif. Setiap teguran perlu dibuat secara lembut dah berhemah.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The news brighten up my day
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Dear AHAR,
Thank you for submitting your paper for the 12th International Conference on Quality in Research (QiR) 2011. Please find attached the official notification of paper acceptance.
Your paper has been reviewed and we are pleased to announce that it is accepted and your paper is selected to be published in Advanced Materials Research. If you agree to publish in Advanced Materials Research (AMR) Journal, please sign the copyright transfer and reformatting your manuscript to the AMR template.
The copyright transfer and AMR template are attached. Manuscript that is published in the AMR, will not be included in the Conference Proceeding, but will be included in the Abstract / Program Book.
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Syukur..Alhamdulillah. Moga insan kerdil ini tidak lupa untuk sentiasa bersyukur atas rahmat yang diberikan dan bersabar atas ujian-ujian yang diturunkan.
Al-fatihah untuk bapa mertua, Allahyarham Haji Shaari Ali yang pergi meninggalkan kami pada 5 March 2011. Semoga roh arwah ditempatkan dikalangan yang soleh disisiNya.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Pleasure weekend
Si mata sepet with unstable vision still cannot keeps away sports in her life...
with adiks-adiks..(memang feel young at heart abiss..uhuk..uhuk..tebatuk plak)
She ends up in 3rd place..
The words of the spirit from PPBSM Dean, Prof Ahmad Fauzi...
"Lose once, doesn't mean u lose for ever "
Isn't that means i have to try again next year ?? :) :)
Our evening activities..These were the greatest part..
Exploring night markets: location - Sg Bakap & Parit Buntar (no photos by the way)
&
Playing around house compound
my girls..
The end..
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